Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
UT,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.